Tom Nichols was a 34 year old man that was the most successful entrepreneur to ever come from his small suburb of Detroit. He had created a small empire of nice upstanding Italian restaurants called Pastore's. He had opened a dozen branches around the greater Detroit area and into northern Ohio. From such a venture he was able to invest in a few other local businesses that were quite prosperous. Tom owned a $100,000 dollar mansion in Auburn Hills that would dwarf that of some of the nearby basketball players. He lived the high life. His lifestyle was aided by the constant favors he received from local Mafioso for their use of his restaurants.
Women loved Tom and Tom loved them just as much in return. There was a lot to love about Mr. Nichols. He constantly worked out and had a chiseled body, made even more spectacular by his age. He covered his Adonis-like body with expensive clothes that always fit perfectly. Women would swoon at the sight of his rugged face that exuded masculinity and sex appeal. Once Tom had lured them back to his house or to a high end local hotel room he would pull out his ultimate weapon; an eight inch cock that would make any woman orgasm. Tom had ultimate control over his own orgasm which he could unleash at anytime, covering his woman in sweet goo that he kept sweet with the constant drinking of pineapple juice.
To further expand his business, he moved to Los Angeles to open a Pastore's just off the campus of UCLA. While there Tom thought of bettering himself by taking some college classes. In order to better acclimate once again to life in college, Tom purchased a house basically on campus, extremely close to off campus apartments and on campus dorms. Particular care was made to stay close to Sorority row as Tom had an affinity for the sorority girl type, ditzy, large breasts, and dyed hair (usually blonde but not always)
On his first day back in late August the campus was magnificent compared to the cold winters of Ann Arbor, where he did his original undergrad. He walked into the large auditorium style classroom and it was filled to the brim with women of every shape and size. As it is in southern California, the majority were quite the lookers. Tom dressed casually in jeans and a button down shirt walked about half the way down the aisle before taking a seat beside a pair of busty coeds. Arriving a few minutes early, Tom sat down his briefcase and pulled out a laptop for which to take notes. Directly to his right sat a stunning red head wearing a tight light blue t-shirt and short khaki shorts. Just attempting to drum up a conversation, Tom leaned over to her.
"I wonder if this class is as easy as they say." He asked. She just seemed to notice his presence when he spoke. Tom was instantly mesmerized by her deep green eyes. She flashed a pearly white smile in between bright red lips. Her lipstick made her mouth seem even more luscious.
"Well I hope so, I'd hate to start off with a rough class," she giggled in reply. "Hi my name is Jennifer."
Tom offered her his hand and she lightly shook it. "I'm Tom Nichols," he replied. "I'm just starting back, I moved out here from Michigan to start a restaurant." Jennifer smiled again, obviously interested. Before she could answer the professor came in and took control of the Communications 101 class. During the class Tom and Jennifer began passing notes back and forth as if they were still in elementary school. Tom discovered that Jennifer was from northern California just outside of Sacramento and had moved to LA to go to college. Her roommate, a beach blonde from Venice Beach named Stephanie was looking for a job. As the teacher dismissed the class, they made plans to all meet for coffee a few hours later after Jennifer's next class. As they parted ways, Tom noticed that the two girls were almost mirror images of each other. Jennifer was slightly bustier; perhaps a 34D, while Stephanie had a larger ass.
At the local Starbucks, Tom was late as Jennifer and Stephanie were already seated, both drinking the same iced coffee.
"Hi, Jennifer, Stephanie," Tom said as he sat down with a coke, (he despised coffee).
"Ohh call me Jen, everybody does,"
"Ok," Tom said with the nod of his head, "I hear you are in need of a job and I just happen to be in need of several waitresses and a hostess if you are interested," leaning towards Stephanie.
Stephanie responded with a smile, "Yeah, my parents are gonna cut me off if I don't get a job soon." Over the course of a half an hour they three had ironed out a plan for Stephanie to come by later that evening to the restaurant for an interview. Tom was surprised when not long after sitting down; Stephanie began rubbing her manicured feet along his legs. He was more than happy to see her alone later on. Tom asked her to wear something dressy was looking forward to what her ass would look like in a little black dress. Stephanie had to leave a little earlier than Tom and Jen did do to an afternoon class. Once she had left, Jennifer scooted her chair a little closer to Tom's.
"I was wondering," she began asking in a stutter, "If you would like to go out some time?"
Tom just looked down at the table and laughed, "I'm almost twice your age, sweetheart. You're a beautiful woman, absolutely gorgeous but I can't waste your time."
"I don't think so," she said, looking down and chewing on her painted fingernails, "you look a whole lot better than most of the boys our age and are ions more mature." She pressed herself against him and wrote her phone number on his hand before excusing herself and leaving Tom sitting aghast. Not only did he get a beautiful girls number, he was relatively sure that Stephanie was wanting to go out with him too.
Tom spent the rest of the evening getting ready for Stephanie's interview. He took a shower and put on a starched white dress shirt with a pink tie and a dark grey suit. Some black wingtips and an IWC Schaffhausen watch completed his look as he traveled a few blocks away to his restaurant. As he walked in he couldn't help but admire the work of his contractors. Although none of the furniture was in place (it was coming in the next day), the floor was shown off. Dark maple planks were polished to a shine. The wall was covered with the same maple wood with impressionist paintings adorning them. Tom walked to the back near the kitchens and through a heavy black wooden door with PRIVATE painted on the front. This room was paneled just like the other with an oak desk in the center of the room. A bottle of scotch called Tom's name so he poured him a glass mixing it with some pineapple juice he kept in a small refrigerator in the corner of the room. He had sat down for about five minutes crunching numbers before there was a light knock on the door. Stephanie entered before Tom was able to answer.
"Hello," she said in her sweet voice as she walked through the door. Tom was surprised by her choice of a slinky red dress with matching high heels. She let her blonde hair hang down past her shoulders and very little makeup. Tom was dumbstruck by her beauty; the dress hugged her figure showing off her curves. Her hips were wide and would be great to hold on to. It was cut low and her bra pushed her breathtaking breasts together providing him with an amazing view of her cleavage.
"Would you like to sit down?" Tom said getting up to kiss her hand and lead her to the chair on the opposite side of his desk. "Go ahead and start by telling me a little about yourself." Tom said as she handed him a copy of her resume. As she began talking, he read it. He never thought of himself as a perverted old man until he saw that she was just a shade over 18 years old. He had spent the night before fantasizing about him, her and Jennifer in a threesome.
